Esau walked into
and ordered the special—
rustic lentil stew and bread.
The bill came before the meal:
guaranteed with an oath.
Esau was pleased, or so it seemed.
He slurped up every morsel without complaint—
no fly in the stew,
no hair on the plate,
no "this is too cold"
or "that needs more salt."
Some time later,
the hunger pangs he foolishly assuaged
became pangs of remorse he couldn't stomach.
He regretted the cost
of that hasty meal
and published a nasty (and untrue) review:
"The chef in that joint stole my dough with his bread!"